excuse me for my emo(tions)
go on.
tell me how i'm supposed to feel.
i dont belong to anyone.
and i dont care.
and i miss my friends.
and i want to go to japan.
but doing so would kill the perfect image i have in my head.
because the world i knew there
is dead.
cause the people are gone.
how am i suposed to feel?
i want to belong somewhere.
it's important for me to have a small close group of friends that i belong to that i love and who love me back. it gives me somewhere to run.
we were all so similar. we were all crazy and homocidal and loud. and inside we were quiet and hurting and had a better understanding of a language that spoke to hearts and minds than most and more empathy because we all had our shit to deal with that nobody else really "got".
but we had each other, and that made it worth it.
but now i'm gone, and we are all apart and all alone.
i dont have any solid connections. i dont have anywhere to run to in the middle of the night. no one to hide me. i thought i did but i dont have anyone who knows when to pay attention, when to hold and when not to touch. when to talk and when to listen to the silence.
stop telling me its not true because you know it is.
tell me how i'm supposed to feel.
i dont belong to anyone.
and i dont care.
and i miss my friends.
and i want to go to japan.
but doing so would kill the perfect image i have in my head.
because the world i knew there
is dead.
cause the people are gone.
how am i suposed to feel?
i want to belong somewhere.
it's important for me to have a small close group of friends that i belong to that i love and who love me back. it gives me somewhere to run.
we were all so similar. we were all crazy and homocidal and loud. and inside we were quiet and hurting and had a better understanding of a language that spoke to hearts and minds than most and more empathy because we all had our shit to deal with that nobody else really "got".
but we had each other, and that made it worth it.
but now i'm gone, and we are all apart and all alone.
i dont have any solid connections. i dont have anywhere to run to in the middle of the night. no one to hide me. i thought i did but i dont have anyone who knows when to pay attention, when to hold and when not to touch. when to talk and when to listen to the silence.
stop telling me its not true because you know it is.